The Faded Ruin
The train hissed against the gravel, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to drag the very air from the carriage. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his posture rigid, a man carved from the same grey stone as the station outside. He was not a traveler by inclination, but by necessity, a courier for the Bureau of Continuity, an agency that had replaced the chaotic markets of the past with a...
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